I do not own Twilight or its characters. Stephenie Meyer does.

Outtake 2: Takes place right after chapter 15 in Road Trip after Jasper leaves for Alice.

(BPOV)

The door slammed behind Jasper as he hurried out of the house.

"My brother is an idiot. How could he of not known that it was Alice," Rose scolded with her hands on hips.

"At least he is going now," I leaned into Edward and started running my fingers through the nape of his neck. He shifted me slightly on his lap. I shifted myself right back rubbing myself against his growing problem. His eyes locked with mine and I gave him an innocent smile. He narrowed his eyes slightly. However, seeing the lust building in them made me not worry so much.

"Are you staying, Rosie," Emmett asked looking up at her.

"Actually, I want to get back to working in the garage. Give me a hand?" she asked.

"Sure, Babe. Catch you guys later." Emmett put down his controller and followed her out of the house.

As soon as the door closed Edward's lips were on mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth and we fought for dominance. I felt his hands slide under my shirt and caress my breasts eagerly. I pulled back.

"Edward, stop." I told him.

"Why?" his lips attached to my neck.

"Why? Your parents could walk in." I was fighting to stay coherent.

"Dad is at work. My mom is running errands and won't be back for another hour or so. It seems my siblings are gone to. We're alone?" He whispered huskily against my neck as he sucked and nipped it.

I stood up quickly and Edward pouted not bothering to adjust his well visible tent.

"Are you coming?" I batted my eyes at him. He looked slightly confused. "We don't want to be walked in on if they come home early." I hinted. Edward got the hint and stood up grabbing me by the hand as he pulled me to the stairs. I stumbled over my feet and Edward pulled me up on his back to give me a piggy back ride up the stairs. He hurried into his room slamming the door and locking it.

I jumped down and headed to his bed. I went straight for his drawer thinking I will give him a repeat of his birthday gift.

He seemed to enjoy the other repeated performances. I was a bit nervous to do other things I learned. I opened the drawer and my heart dropped to my stomach. I tried to calm myself, remembering that Edward like any other teenage boy, it shouldn't be that surprising. But I couldn't help but feeling betrayed and hurt. Edward came up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist pulling backwards as he rubbed himself against my lower back. However, I wasn't in the mood anymore. I pulled away, stepping to the side.

"What the hell is that?" I snapped pointing at magazine in his drawer. Edward looked and turned pale except for his ears which were bright pink.

"Brown-eyes, I can explain." He looked at me guiltily.

"What? That I'm not good enough? That you have to look at other girls now to get off," I fought the angry tears that came to my eyes.

"What no? Not at all. It's only there for the reading material." He blurted out.

"Bullshit. That is such a cliché answer. I can't believe you expect me to believe that." I headed for the door.

"Bella, wait. I'm not lying to you." He begged running in front of me blocking the door.

"Move," I ordered trying to push him out of the way.

"No, not until you listen to me." Edward pleaded.

"Fine, explained what article is so interesting." I demanded bitterly. Edward pulled me to his bed.

"Sit, please," Edward asked. I sat tentatively on the edge not looking at him. Edward sighed and reached for my hand, but I wouldn't give it to him. He sighed again pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I swear it's not what you're thinking. You're more than enough for me. In fact, you're better than I could have dreamed of. I've been trying to think of ways I can please you the way you found for me on my birthday. Trust me when I say you're much better than me at that.

I've just felt foolish I have no idea what to do for you. I didn't want to talk to Em, because he would relentlessly tease me and our private moments should be ours, others shouldn't know what we are up to. I can't search for that stuff online, my parents monitor our actions too closely.

So I figured I would do what you did and look at a magazine about that stuff. I took it from Em's collection; I swear it was only for information. No other girl could hold a candle to you." Edward explained. I looked up at him and his eyes were begging me to understand.

"Really?" I asked softly biting my lip.

"Really," Edward brushed a tear from my face then tried to pry my lip from my teeth.

I smiled shyly before straddling his lap. I kissed him heatedly and moaned into his mouth as he grabbed my butt and squeezed me gently. I pulled back slightly with our lips barley touching.

"So are you going to show me what you learned?" I asked as I rubbed up against him.

"Gladly," Edward gave me a crooked smile. His hands immediately moved the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up and off, tossing beside him. His hands moved to my bra and expertly snapped it off. He slipped it off and tossed it with my shirt not taking his eyes of my breasts. He was staring at them with hooded eyes, reminding me when he accidently walked in on me when I got out of the shower. At first, I was embarrassed but that quickly turned to feeling a bit pleased, that he couldn't look away. Parts of him indicated that he was pleased with what he saw, especially the way it would twitch for me.

I moaned as his mouth attached, sucking and licking, making me clutch on to his shoulder and buck into him. He shifted and lowered me onto to his bed. His hand reached for my jeans and unbuttoned them. I lifted my hips as he slid them down over my hips, down my legs, never removing his mouth from my breast.

"Edward, if I'm going to be completely naked you need to lose at least the shirt." I ordered. He released me smirking. He slipped off his shirt and attached himself to the other breast. I let out a moan of pleasure digging my fingers into his hair. I held on as his hand slid down and in between my legs. I spread them lightly and his fingers slowly started to rub my sensitive spot. I moaned his name and he started to move faster.

"You like that brown-eyes," his green one locked with mine, heavy and dark. I grew even wetter.

"Yes, don't stop." I pleaded. He continued to move.

"What more do you need beautiful." He whispered seductively.

"Another finger," I panted announcing boldly.

Edward's eyes widened and he smirked.

"One," he asked as he did it. "How about three? Are you imagining that it's my cock, baby." He added a third finger and felt my muscle tighten and I felt something building inside me. I started moving with his rhythm whimpering for him to go faster.

"Yes. Yes," I chanted and something released from inside me. A wave of pleasure hit me and I swear I saw a white light. I pulled Edward to me, kissing him hard pressing myself against him.

I fell back panting for breath.

"That was amazing," I was finally able to speak after a moment. I looked over at Edward who looked pleased with himself. His pants were straining.

"Would you like me to repay you?" I whispered brushed my hand against him. He closed his eyes and shook his head.

"This was suppose to be about you today," Edward smiled.

"But…" I was cut off by the intercom.

"Edward, are you home?" Esme asked. Edward hurried off the bed over to the intercom.

I grabbed my cloths and started to get dressed.

"Yes, mom. Bella and I were working on a school project." He answered.

"Why don't you both come down and I'll fix you a snack." She said.

"Okay," Edward answered letting go of the button.

"That was close," I whispered glad we did come upstairs.